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Vampire Heart

Have you ever imagined how it would be like to find your own Edward? Because I have. And THIS came out. R&R No Bella and Cullens here.

The special vampire kind I use in this story was created by Stephenie Meyer. The characters are entirely mine. This story is only Twilight-related. :)

11. 21st November: Wednesday

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21.11 Wednesday

Edward didn’t pick me up in the morning. Coward! I was insulting him in my head, though it was certainly what I expected of him after such an event. He was surely still angry at me. However, I didn’t see my fault in this; in the end he was the one who had killed the teacher. And I was just trying to explain to him that this, what he’d done, was wrong. But apparently, he didn’t want to understand; he wanted to stay bad and independent. To think about it, it was understandable…

I took a bus to the school; the first time for a month. He was also with me then… I thought as I was sitting in the bus; and I reproved myself right away in my mind. In the school, however, my attention was held with something other than my grim thoughts about Edward. White Isa didn’t come. It worried me a little so I decided to phone her during the break. Three signals, four…

Just as I decided to give up, someone picked up.

“Isa?” I asked happily.

“No, it’s not Isa.” A grim voice answered.

“I’m sorry.” I was confused and a little suspicious. “Who is it then?”

“I’m her mother. Isa’s in the hospital. A car hit her.”

The news shocked me. I wasn’t prepared for it at all. I was quiet for a while proceeding what I’d heard in my head.

“Well… how does she feel?” I asked finally.

“She’s unconscious.”

I didn’t know what to say; my mind was like a blank sheet of paper.

“It’s not so bad. She’s only a little bruised.” Isa’s mom tried to comfort me, but she didn’t seem to believe in her own words. Was it this bad or was she simply overreacting, like every mother?

“Do you know who has done this?” I asked. If I get him in my hands…

“No, he escaped. But the day I inquire about him would be the last day of his life with both legs, I swear!” the woman exploded.

I didn’t say anything. I hung up without a goodbye, too engrossed in my thoughts, too terrified with my newest discovery. The day before, Edward had hit someone with his car and he hadn’t stopped. That day, Isa was in hospital, hit by a car and the perpetrator escaped. Such a big coincidence wasn’t possible. There wasn’t a chance, it couldn’t have been.

Huge anger started boiling in me. Maybe if Edward had stopped the car then, my best friend wouldn’t have been unconscious now? Maybe everything would have ended better?

I took my things and got out of the school. I didn’t want to stay there any longer; I was too restless. I couldn’t concentrate on the lessons nor did I want to. Not caring where I was going, I headed straight on. I wasn’t even looking at the road; a few times I heard screeches of wheels but I didn’t care.

Before I could notice, I was near the lake. There wasn’t anyone, probably because of the weather; the sky was clouded, and it looked like it was going to rain soon. I went on the sand and towards the water. Waves attacked my shoes. I looked at the surface, lost in thoughts.

He’d told me he’d loved me, but recently, he’d been doing things, that certainly hadn’t proved it! Yes, I hadn’t liked the history teacher, but I hadn’t wanted her to die! And I had known I might have had someone worse than her. And now my best friend was in the hospital, unconscious, and it was again because of him! He didn’t act like he cared! How could I believe that it wasn’t a game when he did such opposite things?...

But it was also my fault. I shouldn’t have irritated Edward in the car; it was dangerous, especially with his insane way of driving. I felt a slight pinch of guilt, which I thought had died a long time ago. I didn’t know what to do. So many emotions were rushing through me: anger, guilt, sadness, loneliness… Geez, I’m turning into some EMO! I thought, panicked; it was the last thing I wanted to come out of all of this. I let the anger win over me.

It’s all because of him! All because of him! I repeated it in my head like a mantra. And it was right: when he hadn’t been with me, my life had been deathly boring. HE was the cause of all changes; bad ones as well as good ones.

I gripped some stone and throw it angrily far away in the water.

“Edward, you moron!” I shouted, but my voice was drowned by the splash of the stone hitting the water surface.

I was right choosing feminism. Men are simple pigs who care only about their own interests! They completely don’t care about women’s feelings! I was cursing men in my head, which started to hurt from the amount of feelings and thoughts. I needed to calm myself.

I headed towards a path that leaded around the lake. I put my headphones on and turned the music on loudly. My favorite song sounded. The voice, so similar to the one I loved most, sang ‘What I’ve done’. Exactly, Edward, what have you done? My eyes stung. I gritted my teeth to prevent tears from falling and switched to KoRn. Strangely, aggressive tones calmed me.

I was walking forward trying not to think of anything. The trees were painted yellow, orange and brown with leaves. The sky was slowly becoming heavier and finally first drops of rain fell. I looked at my wristwatch; it was already 2 p.m.! I couldn’t believe I was there for so long! Willy-nilly, I dragged to my home. I arrived at the same time I would if I was in school, so my mom didn’t notice I wasn’t there. This was the first time I played hooky. I thought sadly as I locked myself up in my room. I’m falling to rock bottom because of HIM.